I recently made a shepherd’s pie, although some may consider it just a pie because I don’t have a shepherd to give it to. If I did have a shepherd, I would name him Joseph, for that’s the name I think of first. But after giving him his name and pie I wouldn’t have the faintest clue what to do with him. Maybe I’d let him wander the fields aimlessly, because I don’t have any sheep for him to herd and a shepherd clearly can’t be a shepherd if he has no sheep to herd. Maybe he would herd my aardvark Davis, albeit knowing Davis, Joseph would probably not be the one doing the herding. Davis is a menace after all. Maybe all Aardvarks are malicious, but then again, maybe it’s only the ones that come from Wisconsin. The aardvarks from Wisconsin are probably just as down about the cold weather as I am. Yes, I conclude, that must be it. The shepherd’s pie has gone cold by now, but I prepare some portions for Davis and me all the same.